Haunted Wood Catatonic

She was purposely trying to push his buttons. Using words like “scared” him, as opposed to flat out annoying the hell out of him. He wouldn’t let her have her fun by reacting any further to her words, however, should she touch him again unwarranted, he’d react far more violently - with less warning than he had just offered now.

As she continued to speak, he was already losing interest. After what had transpired already, he was not quite in the friendliest of moods to talk. Interesting, something he had been called by many, and yet those words still didn’t hit him quite as much as one would think. It was shallow, uninteresting to himself. 

Talk, and maybe I’ll reply. Was all he offered before turning his back once more, focussing onto the mist once more. Whatever she was thinking, he would be watching her now, closely… To ask other members in regards to Vanity and what she would be doing among them. The words she chose, the way she acted - it would be enthralling, exciting if it wasn’t just annoying.